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Psalm 18:2 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

My fortress is the Lord, My rock, and he that doth to me deliverance afford: My God, my strength, whom I will trust, a buckler unto me, The horn of my salvation, and my high tow'r, is he.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

The Lord is my Rock, my Fortress, and my Deliverer; my God, my keen and firm Strength in Whom I will trust and take refuge, my Shield, and the Horn of my salvation, my High Tower. [Heb. 2:13.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

Jehovah is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; My God, my rock, in whom I will take refuge; My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.

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Common English Bible

The LORD is my solid rock, my fortress, my rescuer. My God is my rock— I take refuge in him!— he’s my shield, my salvation’s strength, my place of safety.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

The heavens describe the glory of God, and the firmament announces the work of his hands.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

The heavens shew forth the glory of God, and the firmament declareth the work of his hands.

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Psalm 18:2
18 Tagairtí Cros  

I love the Lord, because my voice and prayers he did hear.


And there will I make David's horn to bud forth pleasantly: For him that mine anointed is a lamp ordain'd have I.


My goodness, fortress, my high tow'r, deliverer, and shield, In whom I trust: who under me my people makes to yield.


The words which from my mouth proceed, the thoughts sent from my heart, Accept, O Lord, for thou my strength and my Redeemer art.


To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock; hold not thy peace to me; Lest like those that to pit descend I by thy silence be.


Them slay not, lest my folk forget; but scatter them abroad By thy strong pow'r; and bring them down, O thou our shield and God.


He only my salvation is, and my strong rock is he: He only is my sure defence; much mov'd I shall not be.


In God my glory placed is, and my salvation sure; In God the rock is of my strength, my refuge most secure.


All horns of lewd men I'll cut off; but just men's horns will raise.


I of the Lord my God will say, He is my refuge still, He is my fortress, and my God, and in him trust I will.


His feathers shall thee hide; thy trust under his wings shall be: His faithfulness shall be a shield and buckler unto thee.